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ELIZA    CALVERT     HALL  4" 

Mr.  Cornelius  Johnson,  Office-Seeker. 

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The  Trek-Bokke  of  Cape  Colony, 

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City  Subways  for  Pipes  an.d  Wires, 

HENRY  F    BRYAf  439 

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The  Haven  of  Dead  Ships,     illnnti-ntt-ii  i>if  n.   r>-,«-tt 

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How  an  Empire  Was  Built.—  Part  I.    Mohammed. 

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BY  PAUL  LAURENCE  DUNBAR. 


IT  was  a  beautiful  day  in  balmy  May  and 
the  sun  shone  pleasantly  on  Mr.  Cor- 
nelius Johnson's  very  spruce  Prince  Albert 
suit  of  gray  as  he  alighted  from  the  train 
in  Washington.  He  cast  his  eyes  about 
him,  and  then  gave  a  sigh  of  relief  and 
satisfaction  as  he  took  his  bag  from  the 
porter  and  started  for  the  gate.  As  he 
went  along,  he  looked  with  splendid  com- 
placency upon  the  less  fortunate  mortals 
who  were  streaming  out  of  the  day  coaches. 
It  was  a  Pullman  sleeper  on  which  he  had 
come  in.  Out  on  the  pavement  he  hailed 
a  cab,  and  giving  the  driver  the  address  of 
a  hotel,  stepped*  in  and  was  rolled  away. 
Be  it  said  that  he  had  cautiously  inquired 
about  the  hotel  first  and  found  that  he 
could  be  accommodated  there. 

As  he  leaned  back  in  the  vehicle  and 
allowed  his  eyes  to  roam  over  the  streets, 
there  was  an  air  of  distinct  prosperity  about 
him.  It  was  in  evidence  from  the  tips  of 
his  ample  patent-leather  shoes  to  the  crown 
of  the  soft  felt  hat  that  sat  rakishly  upon 
his  head.  His  entrance  into  Washington 
had  been  long  premeditated,  and  he  had 
got  himself  up  accordingly. 

It  was  not  such  an  imposing  structure  as 
he  had  fondly  imagined,  before  which  the 
cab  stopped  and  set  Mr.  Johnson  down. 
But  then  he  reflected  that  it  was  about  the 
only  house  where  he  could  find  accommo- 
dation at  all,  and  he  was  content.  In 
Alabama  one  learns  to  be  philosophical.  It 
is  good  to  be  philosophical  when  the  pro- 
prietor of  a  cafe  fumbles  vaguely  around  in 
the  region  of  his  hip  pocket  and  insinuates 
that  he  doesn't  want  one's  custom.  But 
the  visitor's  ardor  was  not  cooled  for  all 
that.  He  signed  the  register  with  a  flourish, 
and  bestowed  a  liberal  fee  upon  the  shabby 
boy  who  carried  his  bag  to  his  room. 

Mr.  Cornelius  Johnson  always  spoke  in 
a  large  and  important  tone.  He  said  the 
simplest  thing  with  an  air  so  impressive  as 
to  give  it  the  character  of  a  pronounce- 
ment. Indeed,  his  voice  naturally  was 
round,  mellifluous  and  persuasive.  He 
carried  himself  always  as  if  he  were  passing 
under  his  own  triumphal  arch.  Perhaps, 


more  than  anything  else,  it  was  these 
qualities  of  speech  and  bearing  that  had 
made  him  invaluable  on  the  stump  in  the 
recent  campaign  in  Alabama.  Whatever  it 
was  that  held  the  secret  of  his  power,  the 
man  and  principles  for  which  he  had 
labored  triumphed,  and  he  had  come  to 
Washington  to  reap  his  reward.  He  had 
been  assured  that  his  services  woujd  not  be 
forgotten,  and  it  was  no  intention  of  his 
that  they  should  be. 

After  a  while  he  left  his  room  and  went 
out,  returning  later  with  several  gentlemen 
from  the  South  and  a  Washington  man. 
There  is  some  freemasonry  among  these 
office-seekers  in  Washington  that  throws 
them  inevitably  together.  The  men  with 
whom  he  returned  were  such  characters  as 
the  press  would  designate  as  "old  wheel- 
horses'  '  or  "  pillars  of  the  party. ' '  They  all 
adjourned  to  the  bar,  where  they  had 
something  at  their  host's  expense.  Then 
they  repaired  to  his  room,  whence  for  the 
ensuing  two  hours  the  bell  and  the  bell- 
boy were  kept  briskly  going. 

The  gentleman  from  Alabama  was  in 
his  glory.  His  gestures  as  he  held  forth 
were  those  of  a  gracious  and  condescending 
prince.  It  was  his  first  visit  to  the  city, 
and  he  said  to  the  Washington  man:  "I 
tell  you,  sir,  you've  got  a  mighty  fine 
town  here.  Of  course,  there's  no  oppor- 
tunity for  anything  like  local  pride,  because 
it's  the  outsiders,  or  the  whole  country, 
rather,  that  makes  it  what  it  is,  but  that's 
nothing.  It's  a  fine  town,  and  I'm  right 
sorry  that  I  can't  stay  longer." 

"'How  long  do  you  expect  to  be  with 
us,  Professor?"  inquired  Mr.  Toliver,  the 
horse  who  had  bent  his  force  to  the  party 
wheel  in  the  Georgia  ruts. 

"Oh,  about  ten  days,  I  reckon,  at  the 
furthest.  I  want  to  spend  some  time  sight- 
seeing. I'll  drop  in  on  the  Congressman 
from  my  district  to-morrow,  and  call  a 
little  later  on  the  President." 

"Uh,  huh!"  said  Mr.  Toliver.  He  had 
been  in  the  city  for  some  time. 

"Yes,  sir,  I  want  to  get  through  with 
my  little  matter  and  get  back  home.  I'm 


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not  asking  for  much,  and  I  don't  anticipate 
any  trouble  in  securing  what  I  desire. 
You  see.  it's  just  like  this,  there's  no  way 
for  them  to  refuse  us.  And  if  any  one 
deserves  the  good  things  at  the  hands  of 
the  administration,  who  more  than  we  old 
campaigners  who  have  been  helping  the 
party  through  its  fights  from  the  time  that 
we  had  our  first  votes?'' 

"\Vho,  indeed?''  said  the  Washington 
man. 

"I  tell  you,  gentlemen,  the  administra- 
tion is  no  fool.  It  knows  that  we  hold  the 
colored  vote  down  there  in  our  vest  pockets 
and  it  ain't  going  to  turn  us  down." 

"Xo,  of  course  not,  but  sometimes  there 
are  delays 

' '  Delays,  to  be  sure,  where  a  man 
doesn't  know  how  to  go  about  the  matter. 
The  thing  to  do  is  to  go  right  to  the  center 
of  authority  at  once.  Don't  you  see?" 

"Certainly,  certainly,"  chorused  the 
other  gentlemen. 

Before  going,  the  Washington  man  sug- 
gested that  the  new-comer  join  them  that 
evening  and  see  something  of  society  at  the 
capital.  "You  know,  "  he  said,  "that  out- 
side of  New  Orleans,  Washington  is  the 
only  town  in  the  country  that  has  any 
colored  society  to  speak  of,  and  I  feel  that 
you  distinguished  men  from  different  sec- 
tions of  the  country  owe  it  to  our  people 
that  they  should  be  allowed  to  see  you.  It 
would  be  an  inspiration  to  them." 

So  the  matter  was  settled,  and  promptly 
at  8:30  o'clock  Mr.  Cornelius  Johnson 
joined  his  friends  at  the  door  of  his  hotel. 
The  gray  Prince  Albert  was  scrupulously 
buttoned  about  his  form,  and  a  shiny  top 
hat  replaced  the  felt  of  the  afternoon. 
Thus  clad,  he  went  forth  into  society,  where 
he  need  be  followed  only  long  enough  to 
note  the  magnificence  of  his  manners  and 
the  enthusiasm  of  his  reception  when  he 
was  introduced  as  Prof.  Cornelius  Johnson, 
of  Alabama,  in  a  tone  which  insinuated  that 
he  was  the  only  really  great  man  his  state 
had  produced. 

It  might  also  be  stated  as  an  effect  of 
this  excursion  into  Vanity  Fair,  that  when 
he  woke  the  next  morning  he  was  in  some 
doubt  as  to  whether  he  should  visit  his 
Congressman  or  send  for  that  individual  to 
call  upon  him.  He  had  felt  the  subtle 
flattery  of  attention  from  that  section  of 


colored  society  which  imitates — only 
imitates,  it  is  true,  but  better  than  any 
other,  copies — the  kindnesses  and  cruelties, 
the  niceties  and  deceits,  of  its  white  proto- 
type. And  for  the  time,  like  a  man  in  a 
fog,  he  had  lost  his  sense  of  proportion  and 
perspective.  But  habit  finally  triumphed 
and  he  called  upon  the  Congressman,  only 
to  be  met  by  an  under-secretary  who  told 
him  that  his  superior  was  too  busy  to  see 
him  that  morning. 

"But- 

"Too  busy,"  repeated  the  secretary. 

Mr.  Johnson  drew  himself  up  and  said : 
"Tell  Congressman  Barker  that  Mr.  John- 
son, Mr.  Cornelius  Johnson,  of  Alabama, 
desires  to  see  him.  I  think  he  will  see 
me.'' 

"Well,  lean  take  your  message, "  said 
the  clerk,  doggedly,  "but  I  tell  you  now  it 
won't  do  you  any  good.  He  won't  see 
any  one.'' 

But  in  a  few  moments  an  inner  door 
opened  and  the  young  man  came  out  fol- 
lowed by  the  desired  one.  Mr.  Johnson 
couldn't  resist  the  temptation  to  let  his 
eyes  rest  on  tjie  underling  in  a  momentary 
glance  of  triumph  as  Congressman  Barker 
hurried  up  to  him,  saying:  "Why,  why, 
Cornelius,  how'do?  how'do?  Ah,  you 
came  about  that  little  matter,  didn't  you? 
Well,  well,  I  haven't  forgotten  you;  I 
haven't  forgotten  you." 

The  colored  man  opened  his  mouth  to 
speak,  but  the  other  checked  him  and  went 
on:  "I'm  sorry,  but  I'm  in  a  great  hurry 
now.  I'm  compelled  to  leave  town  to-day, 
much  against  my  will,  but  I  shall  be  back 
in  a  week;  come  around  and  see  me  then. 
Always  glad  to  see  you,  you  know.  Sorry 
I'm  so  busy  now;  good-morning,  good- 
morning." 

Mr.  Johnson  allowed  himself  to  be 
politely,  but  decidedly,  guided  to  the  door. 
The  triumph  died  out  of  his  face  as  the 
reluctant  good-morning  fell  from  his  lips. 
As  he  walked  away,  he  tried  to  look  upon 
the  matter  philosophically.  He  tried  to 
reason  with  himself — to  prove  to  his  own 
consciousness  that  the  Congressman  was 
very  busy  and  could  not  give  the  time  that 
morning.  He  wanted  to  make  himself  be- 
lieve that  he  had  not  been  slighted  or 
treated  with  scant  ceremony.  But,  try  as 
he  would,  he  continued  to  feel  an  obstinate, 


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nasty  sting  that  would  not  let  him  rest,  nor 
forget  his  reception.  His  pride  was  hurt. 
The  thought  came  to  him  to  go  at  once  to 
the  President,  but  he  had  experience 
enough  to  know  that  such  a  visit  would  be 
vain  until  he  had  seen  the  dispenser  of 
patronage  for  his  district.  Thus,  there 
was  nothing  for  him  to  do  but  to  wait  the 
necessary  week.  A  whole  week  !  His  brow 
knitted  as  he  thought  of  it. 

In  the  course  of  these  cogitations,  his 
walk  brought  him  to  his  hotel,  where  he 
found  his  friends  of  the  night  before 
awaiting  him.  He  tried  to  put  on  a  cheer- 
ful face.  But  his  disappointment  and 
humiliation  showed  through  his  smile,  as 
the  hollows  and  bones  through  the  skin  of 
a  cadaver. 

"Well,  what  luck?"  asked  Mr.  Toliver, 
cheerfully. 

"Are  we  to  congratulate  you?"  put  in 
Mr.  Perry. 

"Not  yet,   not  yet,  gentlemen.      I  have 
not  seen  the  President  yet.      The  fact  is— 
ahem — my  Congressman  is  out  of  town." 

He  was  not  used  to  evasions  of  this  kind, 
and  he  stammered  slightly  and  his  yellow 
face  turned  brick-red  with  shame. 

"It   is   most    annoying,'1    he   went   on, 
"most   annoying.      Mr.    Barker    won't    be 
back  for  a  week,  and  I  don't  want  to  call 
on  the  President  until  I  have  had  a  talk  ' 
with  him. ' ' 

"Certainly  not,"  said  Mr.  Toliver, 
blandly.  "  There  will  be  delays. "  This 
was  not  his  first  pilgrimage  to  Mecca. 

Mr.  Johnson  looked  at  him  gratefully. 
"Oh,  yes;  of  course,  delays,"  he  assented; 
"most  natural.  Have  something." 

At  the  end  of  the  appointed  time,  the 
office-seeker  went  again  to  see  the  Congress- 
man. This  time  he  was  admitted  without 
question,  and  got  the  chance  to  state  his 
wants.  But  somehow  there  seemed  to  be 
innumerable  obstacles  in  the  way.  There 
were  certain  other  men  whose  wishes  had 
to  be  consulted;  the  leader  of  one  of  the 
party  factions,  who,  for  the  sake  of  har- 
mony, had  to  be  appeased.  Of  course,  Mr. 
Johnson's  worth  was  fully  recognized,  and 
he  would  be  rewarded  according  to  his 
deserts.  His  interests  would  be  looked 
after.  He  should  drop  in  again  in  a  day 
or  two.  It  took  time,  of  course,  it  took 
time. 


'Ar.  Johnson  left  the  office  unnerved  by  his 
disappointment.  He  had  thought  it  would 
be  easy  to  come  up  to  Washington,  claim 
and  get  what  he  wanted,  and,  after  a  glance 
at  the  town,  hurry  back  to  his  home  and 
his  honors.  It  had  all  seemed  so  easy — 
before  election ;  but  now 

A  vague  doubt  began  to  creep  into  his 
mind  that  turned  him  sick  at  heart.  He 
knew  how  they  had  cheated  Davis,  of 
Louisiana.  He  had  heard  how  they  had 
once  kept  Brotherton.  of  Texas — a  man 
who  had  spent  all  his  life  in  the  service  of 
his  party — waiting  clear  through  a  whole 
administration,  at  the  end  of  wyhich  the 
opposite  party  had  come  into  power.  All 
the  stories  of  disappointment  and  disaster 
that  he  had  ever  heard  came  back  to  him, 
and  he  began  to  wonder  if  some  one  of 
these  things  was  going  to  happen  to  him. 

Every  other  day  for  the  next  two  weeks 
he  called  upon  Barker,  but  always  with 
the  same  result.  Nothing  was  clear  yet, 
until  one  day  the  bland  legislator  told  him 
that  considerations  of  expediency  had 
compelled  them  to  give  the  place  he  was 
asking  for  to  another  man. 

"But   what   am   I   to   do?"    asked   the 
helpless  man. 

"Oh,  you  just  bide  your  time.  I'll 
look  out  for  you.  Never  fear." 

Until  now.  Johnson  had  ignored  the 
gentle  hints  of  his  friend,  Mr.  Toliver,  about 
a  boarding-house  being  more  convenient  than 
a  hotel.  Now  he  asked  him  if  there  was 
a  room  vacant  where  he  was  staying,  and 
finding  that  there  was.  he  had  his  things 
moved  thither  at  once.  He  felt  the  change 
keenly,  and  although  no  one  really  paid  any 
attention  to  it,  he  believed  that  all  Wash- 
ington must  have  seen  it,  and  hailed  it  as 
the  first  step  in  his  degradation. 

For  a  while  the  iwo  together  made  oc- 
casional excursions  to  a  glittering  palace 
down  the  street,  but  when  the  money  had 
grown  lower  and  lower  Mr.  Toliver  had  the 
knack  of  bringing  "a  little  something"  to 
their  rooms  without  a  loss  of  dignity.  In 
fact,  it  was  in  these  hours  Avith  the  old 
man,  over  a  pipe  and  a  bit  of  something, 
that  Johnson  was  most  nearly  cheerful. 
Hitch  after  hitch  had  occurred  in  his  plans, 
and  day  after  day  he  had  come  home 
unsuccessful  and  discouraged.  The  crown- 
ing disappointment,  though,  came  when, 


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after  a  long  session  that  lasted  even 
up  into  the  hot  days  of  summer.  Congress 
adjourned  and  his  one  hope  went  away. 
Johnson  saw  him  just  before  his  departure, 
and  listened  ruefully  as  he  said:  "I  tell 
you,  Cornelius,  now,  you'd  better  go  on 
home,  get  back  to  your  business  and  come 
again  next  year.  The  clouds  of  battle  will 
be  somewhat  dispelled  by  then  and  we 
can  see  clearer  what  to  do.  It  was  too  early 
this  year.  We  were  too  near  the  fight  still, 
and  there  were  party  wounds  to  be  bound 
up  and  little  factional  sores  that  had  to  be 
healed.  But  next  year,  Cornelius,  next 
year  we'll  see  what  we  can  do  for  you." 

His  constituent  did  not  tell  him  that 
even  if  his  pride  would  let  him  go  back 
home  a  disappointed  applicant,  he  had 
not  the  means  wherewith  to  go.  He  did 
not  tell  him  that  he  was  trying  to  keep  up 
appearances  and  hide  the  truth  from  his 
wife.  who.  with  their  two  children,  waited 
and  hoped  for  him  at  home. 

When  he  went  home  that  night.  Mr. 
Toliver  saw  instantly  that  things  had  gone 
wrong  with  him.  But  here  the  tact  and 
delicacy  of  the  old  politician  came  upper- 
most and,  without  trying  to  draw  his  story 
from  him — for  he  already  divined  the 
situation  too  well — he  sat  for  a  long  time 
telling  the  young  man  stories  of  the  ups 
and  downs  of  men  whom  he  had  known  in 
his  long  and  active  life. 

They  were  stories  of  hardship,  depriva- 
tion and  discouragement.  But  the  old  man 
told  them  ever  with  the  touch  of  cheeriness 
and  the  note  of  humor  that  took  away  the 
irhastly  hopelessness  of  some  of  the  pictures. 
He  told  them  with  such  feeling  and  sym- 
pathy that  Johnson  was  moved  to  frankness 
and  told  him  his  own  pitiful  tale. 

Now  that  he  had  some  one  to  whom  he 
could  open  his  heart.  Johnson  himself  was 
no  less  willing  to  look  the  matter  in  the 
face,  and  even  during  the  long  summer 
days,  when  he  had  begun  to  live  upon  his 
wardrobe,  piece  by  piece,  he  still  kept  up; 
although  some  of  his  pomposity  wrent,  along 
with  the  Prince  Albert  coat  and  the  shiny 
hat.  He  now  wore  a  shiny  coat,  and  less 
showy  head-gear.  For  a  couple  of  weeks, 
too.  he  disappeared,  and  as  he  returned 
with  some  money,  it  was  fair  to  presume 
that  he  had  been  at  work  somewhere,  but 
he  could  not  stay  away  from  the  city  long. 


It  was  Hearing  the  middle  of  autumn 
when  Mr.  Toliver  came  home  to  their 
rooms  one  day  to  find  his  colleague  more 
disheartened  and  depressed  than  he  had 
ever  seen  him  before.  He  was  lying  with 
his  head  upon  his  folded  arm,  and  when  he 
looked  up  there  were  traces  of  tears  upon 
his  face. 

"Why,  why,  what's  the  matter  now?" 
asked  the  old  man.  "No  bad  news,  I 
hope. ' ' 

• '  Xothing  worse  than  I  should  have  ex- 
pected, "  was  the  choking  answer.  "It's  a 
letter  from  my  wife.  She's  sick  and  one 
of  the  babies  is  doAyn,  but" — his  voice 
broke — "she  tells  me  to  stay  and  fight  it 
out.  My  God,  Toliver,  I  could  stand  it  if 
she  whined  or  accused  me  or  begged  me  to 
come  home,  but  her  patient,  long-suffering 
bravery  breaks  me  all  up." 

Mr.  Toliver  stood  up  and  folded  his 
arms  across  his  big  chest.  "She's  a  brave 
little  woman,"  he  said,  gravely.  "I  wish 
her  husband  was  as  brave  a  man."  John- 
son raised  his  head  and  arms  from  the  table 
where  they  were  sprawled,  as  the  old  man 
went  on:  "The  hard  conditions  of  life  in 
our  race  have  taught  our  women  a  patience 
and  fortitude  which  the  women  of  no  other 
race  have  ever  displayed.  They  have  taught 
tin;  men  less,  and  I  am  sorry,  very  sorry. 
The  thing  that  as  much  as  anything  else 
made  the  blacks  such  excellent  soldiers  in 
the  civil  war  was  their  patient  endurance 
of  hardship.  The  softer  education  of  more 
prosperous  days  seems  to  have  weakened 
this  quality.  The  man  who  quails  or  weak- 
ens in  this  fight  of  ours  against  adverse 
circumstances  would  have  quailed  before — 
no,  he  wTould  have  run  from,  an  enemy  on 
the  field." 

• '  Why.  Toliver,  your  mood  inspires  me. 
I  feel  as  I  could  go  forth  to  battle  cheer- 
fully." For  the  moment,  Johnson's  old 
pomposity  had  returned  to  him,  but  in  the 
next,  a  wave  of  despondency  bore  it  down. 
"But  that's  just  it;  a  body  feels  as  if  he 
could  fight  if  he  only  had  something  to 
fight.  But  here  you  strike  out  and  hit — 
nothing.  It's  only  a  contest  with  time. 
It's  waiting — waiting — waiting !" 

"In  this  case,  waiting  is  fighting." 

"Well,  even  that  granted,  it  matters  not 
how  grand  his  cause,  the  soldier  needs  his 
rations. ' ' 


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MR.  CORNELIUS  JOHNSON,  OPFICE-SEEKER. 


"Forage,"  shot  forth  the  answer  like  a 
command. 

"Ah,  Toliver,  that's  well  enough  in  good 
country,  but  the  army  of  office-seekers  has 
devastated  Washington.  It  has  left  a  track 
as  bare  as  lay  behind  Sherman's  troop- 
ers. ' '  Johnson  rose  more  cheerfully.  "I'm 
going  to  the  telegraph  office, ' '  he  said  as 
he  went  out. 

A  few  days  after  this,  he  was  again  in 
the  best  of  spirits,  for  there  was  money  in 
his  pocket. 

"What  have  you  been  doing?"  asked 
Mr.  Toliver. 

His  friend  laughed  like  a  boy.  "Some- 
thing very  imprudent,  I'm  sure  you  will 
say.  I've  mortgaged  my  little  place  down 
home.  It  did  not  bring  much,  but  I  had 
to  have  money  for  the  wife  and  the  chil- 
dren, and  to  keep  me  until  Congress  assem- 
bles ;  then  I  believe  that  everything  will  be 
all  right." 

Mr.  Toliver' s  brow  clouded  and  he 
sighed. 

On  the  reassembling  of  the  two  Houses, 
Congressman  Barker  was  one  of  the  first 
men  in  his  seat.  Mr.  Cornelius  Johnson 
went  to  see  him  soon. 

"What,  you  here  already,  Cornelius?" 
asked  the  legislator. 

"I  haven't  been  away,"  was  the 
answer. 

"Well,  you've  got  the  hang-on,  and 
that's  what  an  office-seeker  needs.  Well, 
I'll  'attend  to  your  matter  among  the  very 
first.  I'll  visit  the  President  in  a  dry  or 
two." 

The  listener's  heart  throbbed  -hard. 
After  all  his  waiting,  triumph  was  his  at 
last, 

He  went  home  walking  on  air,  and  Mr. 
Toliver  rejoiced  with  him.  In  a  few  days 
came  word  from  Barker:  "Your  appoint- 
ment was  sent  in  to-day.  I'll  rush  it  through 
on  the  other  side.  Come  up  to-morrow 
afternoon." 

Cornelius  and  Mr.  Toliver  hugged  each 
other. 

"It  came  Justin  time,"  said  the  younger 
man;  "the  last  of  my  money  was  about 
gone,  and  I  should  have  had  to  begin  pay- 
ing off  that  mortgage  with  no  prospect  of 
ever  doing  it." 

The  two  had  suffered  together,  and  it 
was  fitting  that  they  should  be  together  to 


receive  the  news  of  the  long-desired  happi- 
ness, so  arm  in  arm  they  sauntered  down  to 
the  Congressman's  office  about  five  o'clock 
the  next  afternoon.  In  honor  of  the  oc- 
casion, Mr.  Johnson  had  spent  his  last  dollar 
in  redeeming  the  gray  Prince  Albeit  and 
the  shiny  hat.  A  smile  flashed  across 
Barker's  face  as  he  noted  the  change. 

"Well,  Cornelius,"  he  said,  "I'm  glad 
to  see  you  still  prosperous-looking,  for 
there  were  some  alleged  irregularities  in 
your  methods  down  in  Alabama,  and  the 
Senate  has  refused  to  confirm  you.  I  did 
all  I  could  for  you,  but " 

The  rest  of  the  sentence  was  lost,  as 
Mr.  Toliver's  arms  received  his  friend's 
fainting  form. 

"Poor  devil!"  said  the  Congressman. 
"I  should  have  broken  it  more  gently." 

Somehow  Mr.  Toliver  got  him  home  and 
to  bed,  where  for  nine  weeks  he  lay  wast- 
ing under  a  complete  nervous  give-down. 
The  little  wife  and  the  children  came  up 
to  nurse  him,  and  the  woman's  ready  in- 
dustry helped  him  to  such  creature  comforts 
as  his  sickness  demanded.  Never  once  did 
she  murmur;  never  once  did  her  faith  in 
him  waver.  And  when  he  was  well  enough 
to  be  moved  back,  it  was  money  that  she 
had  earned,  increased  by  what  Mr.  Toliver, 
in  his  generosity  of  spirit,  took  from  his 
own  narrow  means,  that  paid  their  second- 
class  fare  back  to  the  South. 

During  the  fever-fits  of  his  illness,  the 
wasted  politician  first  begged  pitcously  that 
they  would  not  send  him  home  unplaced, 
and  then  he  would  break  out  in  the  most 
extravagant  and  pompous  boasts  about  bis 
position,  his  Congressman  and  his  in- 
fluence. When  he  came  to  himself,  he  wras 
silent,  morose  and  bitter.  Only  once  did  he 
melt.  It  was  when  he  held  Mr.  Toliver's 
hand  and  bade  him^ood-bye.  Then  the 
tears  came  into  his  eyes,  and  what  he  would 
have  said  was  lost  among  his  broken 
words. 

As  he  stood  upon  the  platform  of  the  car 
as  it  moved  out,  and  gazed  at  the  white 
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teeth,  and  raising  his  spent  hand,  shook  it 
at  the  receding  view.  "Damn  you  !  damn 
you!"  he  cried.  "Damn  your  deceit,  your 
fair  cruelties;  uarnn  you,  you  hard,  white 
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